What Would You Do?

So what would you do if some guy who went out of his way to make your life a misery in primary school started obliquely hitting on you via facebook?
I mean, seriously? This guy thought I was a witch. He asked me not to put a spell on him, and not in the sexy sense either.
This, bizarrely, comes on the tail of a couple of similar episodes. The first involved some of the 'popular' boys from my high school getting hammered at a club that I normally frequent (ooh, guess which one! Guess!) and profusely apologising for being total bastards to me for five years. And then throwing up. Next to Pauls car.
Classy.

The sad thing is that all through school I planned and plotted how one day I would be sooo great, and they would, like, sooo suck. And how they would totally, like, wish they had been nicer to me cos they turned out to be such losers.

Now that they have, I kind of feel sorry for them.